Ay-yo~ How is everyone? Good? I hope so! God, I'm giving myself more work than I'm cut out for.

So! I hopped on the Ladybug bandwagon and found the show to be Claw-some~ *gets tomatoes thrown at* Ok! I'll leave the puns to the Purrfessionals…*more tomatoes*..Ok! OK! I'm sorry ;-;.

Summary time:

"The only thing that's going to kill me before anything, is exhaustion." Life as a superhero has it's pros and cons. Pros being the love of the fans and amazing abilities. Cons being the lying, secret keeping, and endless work. At first, that's all she had to worry about. School, Akumas, crushes, etc. But now? "Wait!...I'm a what?!" Now! It's School, Akumas, crushes, Famiglia and BABIES?! Wait. Grown Babies?! What!? "Can't I get a break?" In which, Marinette is next in line for the Vongola throne.

Disclaimer: I Do not own either of these shows or the KHR manga

Chapter 1: I'm a what?!

High up in a pure blue sky was the bright glowing sun. It brought warms and light to the world below it. It fueled the ground and made the dew covered grass twinkle like stars. Just like his eyes. There was the chirping of birds filling the air yet they remained unseen. The usually clouds in the sky were nowhere to be found. Sitting on a park bench, were two children. A girl and boy.

The girl had black hair that seemed to shine blue in just the right light. Her eyes were the color of the sky and were focused on the male next to her. A single world to describe him would be, Sunshine. Everything about him screamed a bright sunny day. From his golden waves that shone like the sun to his green eyes like the soft grass surrounding them. Even the smile that was edged onto his face was perfect. The tranquil air gave the illusion that nothing could ever break the peace. With their eyes connected and their hearts locked, they sat in this peace.

"Marinette." the boy spoke. His voice was as smooth as honey and dipped in affection.

Marinette glowed once he called her by name. A lovesick sigh escaped her lips as she smiled and address him back. "Adrien."

Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest and her eyes scanned him. They lingered on his hair and lips while her mind wandered. She wondered how it would to run her hands in his hair. To feel the strands that she had been so familiar with staring at. She was curious as to what his lips would feel like against her own. As well as how they would taste. The thought made her cheeks redden. This boy, Adrien or so fondly known as the Love of Her Life, reached on and gently cupped her cheek. His eyes soften and she could hear the angels sing. His other arm curled around her waist as he pulled her towards him. Loosing herself in his eyes, she let her vision get clouded with her emotions. Her heart was drumming and her mind was reeling. This was it. This was the moment that she had been waiting for her whole life.

"Marinette," his voice was in a whisper. His head leaned towards hers and she followed suit.

"Yes?" She spoke, urging him to continue. They were now only breaths away from each other.

"Marinette, I-"

BEEP BEEP BEEP

A loud noise exited through his lips. Successfully cutting his sentence. Yet the boy acted as if it hadn't occurred. What. Was. That. Caught of guard, she pulled back and questioned him.

"W-What did you say?"

"I said, I-"

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Marinette's eyes shot open and she found herself staring at her trapdoor. Color drained from her face in realization. That beautiful scene that seemed to come straight out of a film. Unreal and too perfect. Was just that…unreal. It was a dream. The sky looked like her dream. Big and blue with the sun dancing it's rays around. Yet it had large clouds floating by. Sighing, she turned to the noise that woke her from her dream. It was her phone, it sat plugged in, next to her pillow. The screen was glowing and emitting that terrible sound. Without thinking, she reached over an picked it up. Tired eyes scanned the numbers before she dismissed the alarm. She set it down and let her eyes close again. The girl had a moment of peace before the numbers registered in her mind. Her eyes snapped back open.

She shrieked and sprung from her loft bed. "I'm late! LATE!"

She barely had time to think as her body worked on autopilot to get ready. She zipped around the room, jumped and hopped, trying to get her clothes on. She nearly tore her hair out trying to do it so fast. Why was it choosing to be difficult today!?

"I tried waking you up but I kept hearing, 'Adrien~'." there was a small, high pitched giggle coming from her right.

"Tikki!" She whined while tugging on her uneven and messy pigtails, "I have no time!"

"Oh alright! Now let me help you with your hair." Tikki spoke before she quickly fixed the poor chosen's hair.

Marinette grabbed her belongings. A backpack and purse. She flew down and out of her attic room. Her father was busy in the kitchen and saw her coming. He pulled out a fresh piece of toast and handed it to her. She grabbed it and quickly took large bites out of it as she ran to the front door.

"Bye Papa!" she didn't look back as she ran out their apartment and down into the bakery.

Her mother was working the register and saw her coming. "Ah! Marinette, wait before you go, I have to tell you that a fam-"

"No time, Maman! I'll see you later!" Not catching her mother's response, she raced out the door and to her school.

It was in cases like these where she was thankful for living right across from the school. Marinette was late quite often in her short school career. Of course with good reason. She was the hero of Paris and being a hero meant that sacrifices were in order. So sleep was naturally sacrificed over everything. But because of the fact that no one could know her secret, she was forced to construct lies-excuses as she would call them. Luckily, she made it in just the nick of time. She slid into her chair right before the teacher could walk in. The teacher, Mlle. Bustier, gave her a fond but exasperated smile before starting the lesson. Most likely having seen her run through the halls to get there in time.

Marinette took her time to catch her breath.

"Well, well. If it isn't Sleeping Beauty. You were almost late again!" someone whispered to her.

She responded by playfully rolling her eyes. Alya. Marinette's best friend and one of Ladybug's fans. She ran a blog that she lovingly named the LadyBlog. It kept tabs, updates, and theories on everything Ladybug and Chat Noir. Thankfully, Alya and no one has found out the identity of the masked entity. I hope it stays that way.

Living a double life, was not as exciting as movies made it out to be. It was tough trying to not only be herself, but save the world and keep the media off her back. Although, she could argue that it was in fact the best thing to happen to her. As Marinette, she was surrounded by people she loved and was able to follow her dreams while still learning along the way. As Ladybug, she was the adored spotted hero who fought beside one of her best friends, Chat Noir. He was an incorrigible flirt that took every opportunity to drop a pun, but she adored him. She wouldn't have anyone else be her partner than him. It was a fact that she wouldn't have even been Ladybug if not for him. And despite the exhaustion that came with the job, It's worth it. It was worth it if she could keep the people and city she loved safe. That didn't stop the fact that it was so tiring and somewhat avoidable. Like if a certain blonde would just act kinder towards her fellow humans.

"It was an accident! I was dreaming." she whispered back. A blush creeping on her face as she thought of the dream.

"Mmhm. And I know about who." Alya teased before chuckling to herself.

How could I not dream of him? Adrien Agreste. He's was the schools-no Paris's crowned jewel. The most famous and prestigious motel. Handsome, kind, caring, friendly. Just all around good guy. More like the perfect boy. Well, that's not what Marinette believed at first, but then an umbrella in the rain changed her mind. Her eyes instantly turned to her front and landed on a mop of gold hair, Adrien. She felt a pleasant sigh escape her lips. I could stare at him all- Wait…that sounds too creepy!

Suddenly, she saw something flicker and gleam in the corner of her eye. Turning her gaze, reluctantly, to the windows she found nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing. Weird. She continued to admire her beloved one before seeing a glimmer. She turned back and saw nothing. She stared and internally questioned herself. Maybe it wasn't coming from the window and instead from her classmates? She scanned the row across from her and narrowed her eyes. No one seemed to have anything reflective out. Except for Chloé, who had a mirror on her desk. Brushing it off as just a glare from her mirror she went to look away when she saw something fall from the building across from her school. It twinkled in the light before falling out of view.

What was that?

The bell rang and the teacher dismissed the class. The class pilled out, eager to leave. Marinette packed her stuff up and turned back to the windows across from her. She slid from behind her desk and walked down the short steps. It was probably just something that someone dropped. Like a mirror or a ring. Something that caught the light. Besides, she was in school right now. She had no reason to run out unless an Akuma decided to rage in the city again. So the object was dismissed out of her memory just as her alarm was. However, she couldn't stop a sudden aching feeling in her gut that migrated up to her brain and became a on and off headache. Depending on where she turned it got worse. And while they were getting dressed for PE, it was blaring. Deciding that maybe, it was just one of those days, she left the locker rooms to go ask their teacher if she could see the nurse. A migraine this bad had to mean something.

When she got out, she saw that everyone was standing around. Chloé wasn't dressed, as usual, her face in her phone. Adrien was next to Nino being perfect as usual. But the teacher was suspiciously absent. She sighed and decided to give up. If she left and the teacher came, she would be marked absent and then the record she was trying so hard to fix would crumble again. So she stood around and waited for the teacher to appear. After it seemed like everyone was dressed and ready(Minus Chloé), the teacher finally arrived. They were odd.

The teacher wore an obviously expensive suit and a fedora to match. But that wasn't the oddest thing. They lived in Paris after all. Designer suits were not uncommon to see. They had a model in their class for crying out loud. No, the oddest thing was the person's height. They were astronomically short. Like infant size. She had a hard time believing they were the teacher at first. Especially when they spoke.

"Alright kids, Your teacher had to take a sick day today, so I'm your temporary Substitute." his squeaky high voice made it obvious that he was a child. Did the substitute bring their kid to work? Maybe a baby sitter wasn't available.

The class was silent before they started to snicker and laugh. An infant teach PE? It was laughable. She would've joined them if not for the warning signals going off in her head. She didn't know why she felt wary of the child. But she knew that making fun of the kid for an obvious prank would probably spell out a recipe for disaster. Another akumatized child was not something she wanted to deal with. Besides there was something off about him. He had these strange side burns that curled. They were extremely familiar to a figure she once saw in her younger years. She glanced over at Adrien and found he looked more confused than amused.

While she pondered over the similarities, Kim decided to be…Kim again and walked up to the kid. He held in his laughter as he kneeled down in front of the child.

"Hey squirt, are you lost? This isn't really a place for little guys like you." Kim glanced over his shoulder and called back, "No offense Nathanael!" the crowd giggled while the artist rolled his eyes.

Looking back at the kid, Kim reached out and patted his hat. "Maybe you can let us know where your maman is so we can get you back home sa-"

Kim suddenly shouted out in pain and ended up face planting onto the floor. His arm was twisted behind his back and held there by none other than the kid. The laughing suddenly stopped as the crowd went pale.

"It seems I have a volunteer for our first exercise." there was gleam in his eyes that made everyone start to sweat.

That look why is it so terrifyingly familiar?

A fragment of a memory suddenly surfaced. The scene was fuzzy, but she could remember seeing a lot of gold and shiny things. There was a crest that she had known all to well. She had been laying on a fuzzy pink blanket (something she had long gotten rid of) with a black sketchbook in front of her. The pages all had that same glittering crest in the upper corner. Showing just exactly who it was created by. She remembered showing a badly drawn man in a suit off to a tall pair of men. One had brown gravity defying hair and the other unforgettable curly sideburns.

"What's that supposed to be?" a deep voice had questioned quite rudely.

"Reborn!" the other scolded him.

"It's you!" she remembered her younger self cheerfully saying. Blissfully unaware of the insult. "Since Monsieur Reborn is so cool, I drew him! See the little curls?"

The brunette had given her wide eyes. "Since when did you think Reborn was coo-!?"

"I like this kid, she's smarter than you ever were." The man with the sideburns, Reborn, smirked with that same gleam in his eyes. "Maybe we should start training her for the-"

"Reborn!"

It ended there. But she now knew who this kid reminded her of. Did that man have a child? If so, could this kid be…? There's no mistaking those sideburns.

"-Any questions?!" no one answered. Marinette suddenly realized that she had been zoning out while the kid was…"teaching".

"No? Okay then, Dupain-cheng!" she suddenly straightened her back and looked down at the "instructor" with wide eyes.

"Yes?" she squeaked.

"You'll be the first one up." that smirk was eerily familiar. It only solidified her theory.

It's like he knew I wasn't paying attention! She felt a shiver run down her spine as she stepped forward. A part of knew she would be fine. She was Ladybug after all. Though, she was never one to show off in PE. I'm sure Adrien would be better at this than me. I didn't even know what I'm supposed to do! She walked and stood in front of the "teacher" who gave her another unnerving smirk.

"Now all you need to do is take down Monsieur Le Chein Kim here. I'm sure it'll be a walk in the park for you." the last bit of that sentence made her nervous. Why would he say that? Unless…he knew? No! This…child couldn't know. No one does.

Kim, who was getting up from being used like a test dummy, did not seem to be pleased with his plan. "Oi! No offense Marinette, but she's kind of…eh…small. I don't think that she should go against me. Maybe someone else…like Chloé!"

"Oh! Are you afraid that Marinette might wipe the floor with you? Need I remind you, you just got owned by an Infant?" Alix taunted.

"Can it, Kubdel! I'm just saying someone of my height and weight might be a little too much. I'm just looking out for our class president."

She didn't know why but being underestimated by someone made her want to show off as much as she could. Kim may be an Athlete, but she was a Hero. Feeling a familiar spark inside her, she grinned and cocked her head to the side.

"Don't worry Kim, I'll end this quickly enough so your pride won't be bruised too badly."

A chorus of "OOH"'s filled the room. Kim huffed and dusted his shoulder's off.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

The two stood opposing to one another. They psyched themselves up by doing minor stretches before it started. The crowd shouted out the name's of who they deemed the winner was going to be. She could pinpoint the few who were cheering for her opponent. Chloé, who hated her; Sabrina, who followed Chloé; and Max, who was doing the probability of her winning. Given the fact that she hadn't showed off her skills to the class. She guessed Max had reason to suspect she would be the one going down. I guess that changes now.

"Alright, the rules are simple. There are no rules. Just immobilize or take down the other person." the infant smirked and brought out a toy green gun.

He aimed it to the sky and shot. She was startled at the fact that it sounded like an actual gun. But wasn't given anytime to think about the reason to that any further. Kim launched at her. Instinctively, Marinette leaped over the athlete and landed in a crouch behind him. She briefly looked over her shoulder at her target before kicking back. She aimed right at the lower middle of his back. The kick added to his already continued momentum sent him down. Marinette pushed herself up and spun on her heel. Quickly, she pressed her knee on his back and twisted his arm behind him. Holding him like that, she grabbed his head and pressed it downward. His cheek rubbed right into the marble floor.

All around her, the crowd jumped to life with cheers and excitement. She smirked with pride as Kim grumbled underneath her. The infant strolled over to them while pulling his hat slightly down. The only thing showing was his grin. Her eyes widened at the striking similarities. She's seen that man do that before. Like father like son?

"You'll do well."

She (and apparently Kim, who heard it to) hummed in confusion before the front doors flew open with a bang. Everyone turned to see. Standing there, face red and panting like she had just ran around the city, was their real teacher. Her hair was a mess and she looked like she had been in the rain. Barely breathing, she spoke.

"Sorry….I'm late…There was unbelievable…traffic! Then someone ruined my tires!...then some cop with a lizard stopped me. Anyway.." she stood up straight and staggered over. "I'm here, what's going on?"

Everyone looked back at the substitute. They all collectively gasped when they saw that the child vanished into thin air.

After the complete nonsense that went down in gym, Marinette didn't think the day could get any weirder than that. It seemed like the universe wanted to prove her wrong.

It was Lunch and Marinette was just enjoying her time watching Adrien from across the courtyard. With a metal lunch box in her lap containing her food, she hadn't touched a single bit. Too entranced by the model.

"You know…you can go over and sit next to him. Have lunch with him." Alya suggested.

She smiled at the great idea and grabbed the box in her lap. Then, she heard the shrill of a harpy.

"Adrikins!"

Her cheeks turned red with anger and jealousy as she saw Chloé flop next to Adrien and Nino. The blonde gave a glare at the DJ and inspiring director before flapping her eyelashes at Adrien. Marinette leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms angrily. Alya gave her a comforting pat on her shoulder.

"There, there. There's always next time."

She sighed, before opening her lunch. Taking a bit into her meal, she saw the front doors open. In walked a pair of men in black suits. Obviously bodyguards going by their build. She wondered who they were here for. Adrien? But he already had a bodyguard. That one man. Maybe his father got more? She looked down at her food when another thought came up. Maybe they're for Chloé. She scoffed and continued eating. Suddenly, a shadow was casted over her and she looked up. To her utter surprise, the bodyguards were standing in front of her. What?!

"Are you Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" one said with a deep and intimidating voice.

Unable to form words, she nodded.

The other cocked it's head and he smiled at her. "We have orders to take you out for Lunch."

"B-But I already…" she looked at her lunch box then at Alya, who's jaw was completely dropped.

"Please come with us." they spoke in unison.

Marinette scanned the others around her and saw that everyone was hushed and looking right at her. Letting out a sigh, she placed her lunch to the side and stood up. The two men instantly flanked her and escorted her to the doors. What is happening. She tried not to notice how the kids gathered together and walked in a group behind them. Just far enough to not to be noticed by the two men. Though, she was sure they were well aware of the crowd she gathered. When they opened the front doors, she was greeted by a long white limo. On it's side was a crest that she knew well in her youth. It's name was uttered softly in awe and pure happiness, but was the same that was screamed out by the crowd behind her.

"Vongola!?"

Everyone who had ever been alive knew of this company. They were like the Gabriel's of the…well entire market (minus fashion. She should really ask why that was). Extravagant, expensive, and EVERYWHERE. Though, they were more famous for their technology. In fact, even Adrien has a Vongola manufactured phone! (A fact she knew because of that one time she stole his phone) And it's story is of a noble one. It started out as a small charity in Sicily during a time of hardship. There was only 7 members at the time. They build themselves up into the corporate giant they are today. Though, most of the success can be attributed to the current head. Who not only brought immense profit to their company, but also turned it back it it's Charity roots. Each year, the company is rewarded for it's charitable efforts and it's all thanks to one man in particular.

Marinette was practically buzzing as they lead her to the limo door. As one of them opened the door, she heard a cry of disbelief. She instantly knew who it was from. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Chloé with Adrien. Adrien seemed shocked like everyone else. While Chloé looked a more angry than shocked. Her face was turning red as Marinette was placed inside the Limo. Feeling smug, she gave her a little wave before the door was closed. When it did, she could see the blonde go off behind the tinted windows as they drove away. Thank god for soundproof doors.

Grinning, she turned her head to see the other person in the car. Her smile brightened before dropping. It was not who she was expecting. Sitting across from her was a man in a black suit with curly sideburns and a green Chameleon on his fedora.

"You don't seem please? And here I went through the trouble to bring the limo." the man said.

"I was expecting Uncle Tsuna." she confessed.

Uncle Tsuna or more commonly known as Sawada Tsunayoshi(or the reverse depending where you are). He was the head of Vongola Enterprises. The famous company/charity. And he was her…well not her uncle. He was her mother's cousin. Making him, to her, her cousin once removed. But he was close to their family. So he felt more like a brother to her mother and by extension an Uncle to her. He had helped her parents when they were trying to get their bakery off the ground. Though, not too much. Her mother didn't allow him to use more than 10,000 euros to help them. Something about not depending too much on him. And when her parents were busy or on vacation, he looked after her. Each year, they would go to Italy to see him or vice versa. Though, it's been 4 years since they last went out there. Didn't mean he was completely cut off from their life. He sent presents every year for Christmas and her birthday! But seeing the Vongola Limo, she naturally thought…

Of course he wouldn't be here…he's a head of a company! He's probably busy.

"Patience, Dame-Mari."

"I thought I told you not to call me that." she grumbled before adding, "Monsieur Reborn."

Reborn smirked, "No, if I remember correctly, you were so excited when I called you that. Something about being like Dame-Tsuna?"

She blushed in embarrassment. That was right. When she had first heard the man across from her call her "Uncle" that. Too excited to care, she declared that she wanted to be called that too. Reborn had no issue with that, but her Uncle did. She didn't understand why until he told her the true meaning behind the word "Dame" ever since, she despised the nickname "Dame-Mari". But it had been too late. The damage was done.

"That was years ago! Besides, where's Uncle?"

"Dame-Tsuna is in a meeting right now with another boss."

"Another company head? Who?"

"Yeah, he's making a deal with them. Afterwards, he wanted to surprise your family with a visit since he was in the area."

"So, you picked me up at lunch even though I live right over there?" she pointed out at her house that they conveniently passed. "All to spoil Uncle's surprise?"

"Yes and no."

Then why did he pick me up?

"I did it to tell you something important. I'm sure your aware of the lack of a successor to Vongola."

"Yeah, but couldn't he just give it to his vice president?" it's 20XX after all.

"Vongola doesn't work that way." The man leaned back in his seat as the pet ran around the rim of his hat. "It was pathetic of your Uncle to hide the truth from you. You were bound to get involved one day. But the truth is Vongola isn't just a Company."

"Yeah…it's a charity. I kno-Ow!" she cradled her head. The man had just suddenly pulled a green fan out of nowhere and wacked her.

"Let me finish. It's not just a Company, it's a Mafia. The strongest in fact."

"You're joking." she didn't seemed pleased with this stunt he was trying to pull. Mafia? No way. Seriously, he needed to tell her why he picked her up already. She needed to get back to her daily Adrien watching.

"It's no joke. Vongola is a Mafia Famiglia and you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are next in line to be the Boss. Vongola Undicesimo or in your case Undicesima."

The lack of humor on his face made it seem to real. She shook her head. "No, you're joking! Vongola isn't a mafia! This is just some sick joke and I'm tired of hearing it! Just take me back to school or better yet drop me off here if your going to make jokes like that."

Vongola can't be a mafia. Because that would make Tsuna…a criminal. A murder. A…everything bad!

She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it. The designer turned her head away and out the window where she spotted people running and screaming. Or at least they looked like they could be screaming from the facial expressions they were making.

"I guess that's your cue, Ladybug."

She whipped her head towards him. Her eyes were blown wide. Words rushed out her mouth as she struggled over them. "H-How...what? Why-wait."

"We'll speak later after you save the day."

"But-!" suddenly a tiny red sprite flew from her purse.

Tikki, her kwami, hovered in front of her in plain view of Reborn. "We don't have time! Let's go!"

She sighed before looking back over to Reborn. He was staring at Tikki with interest. Almost like a scientist trying to understand how something works. Or more accurately, like he wanted to dissect her. Something tells me that this won't be a regular akuma fight.

Ciao-su~

Edited 1-24-18